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I’M MOVING

To those personal blogs who follow me here, you are fans of this kettlebell killer, right? I’ll close this blog so you won’t see any update here. So... Follow me again on the new blog here. I move it from sideblog to main account. 

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Revanche: Accompaniment to a Murder

By proof we feel Our power sufficient to disturb his Heav'n, And with perpetual inrodes to alarm, Though inaccessible, his fatal Throne: Which if not Victory is yet Revenge.

- John Milton, Paradise Lost (2.101-5)

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1 / quartet in d minor d 810: allegro / franz schubert (prologue) 2 / memorial / michael nyman (la décision) 3 / symphony no. 9, scherzo / l.v. beethoven (la folie) 4 / prelude for piano no. 12 in g sharp minor (‘duel’) op. 28-12, b. 107-7 / frederic chopin (l'affliction) 5 / 2046 theme / ilan eshkeri & shigeru umebayashi (l'infiltration) 6 / st petersburg’s polonaise / magnus fiennes (le bal masque) 7 / arianrhod / faith & the muse (la chasse et la fin) 8 / vocalise (from ‘the ninth gate’) / wojciech kilar (vindication) BONUS TRACK: Nina Simone: What More Can I Say (end credits)

8tracks.

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Question: How does it feel inside your mouth to say I love you? Answer: Like a desease. Like something hungry waiting for the kill.

r.m (via rmeisel)

@agentlevoice

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“Why do you keep coming back to the house? Were you waiting for me?”

For @agentlevoice

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@agentlevoice

Every breath you take, Every move you make Every bond you break, Every step you take I'll be watching you Every single day, Every word you say Every game you play, Every night you stay I'll be watching you Oh, can't you see you belong to me? How my poor heart aches with every step you take Every move you make, Every vow you break Every smile you fake, Every claim you stake I'll be watching you

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agentlevoice‌:

The cruel bluntness of his reply terrified her.  Kwon Joo exhaled uneasily.  Cold beads of sweat formed on her forehead.  The familiar cracking sound in his voice was by no means a comfort to hear again.  Fear wrapped around her heart and began to squeeze. 

How could he expect her to understand anything going on in a psychopath’s head??  Was his desire to play with her that strong that he would break out of a psychiatric facility to come after her?  Perhaps she made a mistake in luring him out before he was arrested.  Maybe he was seeking to murder her out of revenge?  She had to be careful.  Team Leader Moo wasn’t here to rescue her this time.   

Desperately, she attempted to move her limbs again.  Her body twisted slightly and her hands grasped at the bed sheets in frustration, but her arms and legs were like lead.  The chill in her veins began to freeze into a numbness throughout her bones.  Was she accepting defeat before her conscious was even aware of it?

NO!!

Even with tears forming in her eyes, she managed to inhale among the panicked breaths and find her voice.  “You shouldn’t be here,” she struggled to speak.  There was supposed to be conviction behind her words.  What kind of hellish nightmare was this?  Her eyes met his again in an attempt to convince him.  “Get out,” she said weakly.  

He gasped. The rejection was very clear but he wouldn’t admit that. He had prepared everything and defeat was never on his plan ever again. His mind then worked to look for justification. Well, she might say it just because her searching is over. It was fun when he played a game and left the clue for her so they’re getting closer. He was at the top of happiness whenever she found him. And he thought she’d be happy too if he just appeared in front of her. They’re knitted and pulling each other. And now she asked him to get out?

But if that’s what she wanted, if he had to disappear again, he must leave another mark. So she would have a reason to think about him, to feel about him, to chase after him, to collect the clue where he’s being anymore, to hunt him, to find him..... 

.....and he’d be her ONLY world.

And of course, that wouldn’t be for revenge. Taegu had no list of people he could kill like the one with her father. He wouldn’t target Golden Team members, he smartly knew enough that he had no back up from National Police Agency anymore to cross that line.

He then threw his kettleball under the bed. Yeah, he had decided to postpone his intention to kill her once she’s upsetting him. There’s one new thing he considers more important to do. And it led him not to end their relationship easily.

“I won’t,” he replied simply. And with that, as he started pressing his body against her, he crushed her lips roughly. 

Every Breath You Take

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“You know what makes human complete? Through the pain.” (Mo Taegu’s quote, eps 16)

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@agentlevoice

the world is ugly // my chemical romance

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Headcanon #3: Romantic Love and Sexual Orientation

I’m sure Mo Taegu has a strong feeling towards Kang Kwonjoo. But, his feeling isn’t love, it was desire (it can be called love but only in Taegu's twisted mind). Thus, his action to show and prove his feeling isn’t a romance but an obsession. And because she wouldn’t ever.... ever reciprocate his feeling, of course, he feels heartbroken.

His sexual orientation is also questioned. He’s closed to asexual, even if he’s having sex with a woman (in case his dad wish him to get married), his mind wouldn’t be wanting the orgasm but wanting to crush her to death as she’s already laying and give herself openly to him. But with strong desire, he could end up kiss her and fuck her (or rape her in the woman’s mind) and enjoy it. By it means, it’s closed to demisexual too as he wouldn’t be attracted to random woman no matter how pretty and sexy she is.

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@agentlevoice

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Mo Tae Gu x Kang Kwon Joo MV - Strange Voice

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Restful sleep was a rare commodity for an Emergency Call Center Director.  When it came to Kang Kwon Joo, she learned to embrace it fully because she never knew when it would come again.  Warm darkness enveloped her, dulling her senses.  Her mind was allowed to relax from analyzing every small noise she heard on a daily basis.  With her mind able to let go, the rest of her body did as well, falling into a deep sleep.

Then she heard it.  A hiss seared through her peaceful cocoon and struck her heart with an icy dagger that sent a frightening chill through her veins.  The noise was close.  Her eyes slowly fluttered open to realize just how close it was.

Mo Tae Gu!

The man that brutally murdered her father while she helplessly listened on the radio.  The same man that murdered Jinhyuk’s wife earlier that same evening.  The man that they finally arrested and sent away to a psychiatric hospital.  He was now grinning over her.  How?!

Her breath came in short gasps.  He was so close!  As much as she felt the instinct to flee, she was paralyzed.  The bed underneath her felt like it was pulling at her limbs.  Helpless, she attempted to search his gaze for some semblance of sympathy.  Nothing.  To her, he was soulless.

A million questions came to her, but each word was strangled in her throat.  How did he escape?  Why was he in her apartment?  What was he planning to do??      

Only one word managed to escape in a breathless whisper, “Why?” 

The sleeping beauty woke up, not that he was upset her consciousness breaks the enjoyment of him caressing her face in silent. She was Kang Kwonjoo afterall, he was fully aware this closeness would send an alarm to her hearing sense, no matter how slight the noise he was made. Doesn’t it make him happier? Her magic power wasn’t decreased any single less and vice versa, his interest at her also wasn’t deducted any less.

Watching her so motionless, he never thought of owning a woman in the bed was so easy. Really, did he ever do this before to someone else? But, if he searched the logic answer in his brain, he didn’t get it why. He never questioned his sexual orientation because the orientation he knew is just murdering people, any gender, not to fuck them up as he never felt it. But even if his dad wished him to get married and he’d be okay to go through it without love, he was sure he wouldn’t be able to retain his wife in one piece once they're having sex. He didn’t want the orgasm, he only wanted to crush her in the end as she’s already laying for him. 

Yeah, if the woman under him was just someone who would easily scream horrifyingly like any others, the bed would end up in red quickly. Nope, this is the woman who had sought him, traced him, wanted to find him, collected his murder art, and he just fulfilled her desire too after three years.

They desire it each other, don’t they?

“Why?” He repeated her question. Eyebrow was raised as it was disappointing suddenly. But then he blinked. Does he feel heart broken again? “Shouldn’t you expect that I’d be coming for you?”

Every Breath You Take

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Headcanon #2: Murders in US

In episode 8, it was mentioned that Taegu studied/graduated from Ivy League School. I had no idea what school it is until I googled it [shocked]. I want to extend his verse of his 20s (he’s 37 in VOICE) so I could roleplay with character from western show or western Original Character, not only Korea. Nah, knowing his history and personality, I’m sure he would’ve committed some murders too in US.

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rrtval‌:

Collect? A mere question that almost brought a bout of laughter from him, the innocent question that asked for the meaning of him. Morrison scratched his beard with a thoughtful mind, knowing that there would be so many questions if he avoided the true answer. He never liked playing around with them. Although it was entertaining.

“To answer your question; I collect the last sense of a person. Their fears, worries and joy from life,” yet, the stench of blood and the crude scene of a woman slaughtered, like an animal at the butcher’s shop, kept him raised in a standing position. Grotesque, in all the senses of the word.

His eyes never left the weirdly crooked leg, the blood spill on the floor. She was strange; deformed from the way humans were supposed to be.

“Some would call me the grim reaper, others would refer me as an angel of Death itself,” he laughed mirthlessly. “I see myself as Death; the creation from human mortality.”

Grim Reaper, it doesn’t sound make sense. Well, Taegu could believe anything supernatural exist. But, even if he ever saw a ghost, he knows they could do nothing. Trying to scare him wouldn’t work, trying to possess him wouldn’t fail (unless he accepted a demon to join within). And now, someone without wearing a big cloak and wielding a scythe claimed himself as one.

Shouldn’t a grim reaper be addressed to him? He took a life, he left a body without a soul. And he did it not just once. How many people has he buried in his basement?

He collects the death itself.

“I’m sorry for that, you must’ve followed me so often then.” Taegu smiled politely at the strange man. If it was a joke, he’d also play it.

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Tom Hiddleston - Behind the scenes of the ‘Rendezvous’ Super Bowl ad for Jaguar F-type, 2014

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@choi-yoon

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The startled and backward step caught Taegu’s attention. The CEO had talked casually, he always looked hospitable and left a good impression to those he met in the first time that no one would see his true nature unless he shows it intentionally. Taegu wouldn’t let his guard down so easily. So, the reaction of Matteo’s friend to him was a bit suspicious.

But he already had his own business with the priest, he wouldn’t waste energy to play another game. He just could kill this half-blind man easily later if he wanted.

...and if this guy tried to hinder his relationship with his double.

“Well, I just took Father home so I’ll leave. You two can have a nice meeting,” he smiled before turning back to his car parked there.

something wicked this way comes